The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1887-09-08
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A NORTH CAROLINA SKETCH RY
ssGNINWOD.'
tie Boys Troubles 'n ;.e Lark Dsvs
of she Sixties.
Written tor the Sc .el.

or uhe S1Sttes.
Written tor the Sc ..ez.
Twas in 1863 and while the FeGer-
al forces occupied Ply mouth, oietant
eight miles from my fathers residence,
| experienced the unr 'easant sensa-
tions OF being pursued and captured
by body of yankee cavalry.
One beautiful April morning, my
father told me TO so up to Mr.. Pat
rick's Ca mechanic who lived two
miles up his mill pond, aud who did
all the repairing to his mill when it
was in need of such) and tell him to
come down Immediately as certain
cog wheel was out of fix
l was then thirteen years old and
nothing suited me better than this or
der, although the Yankees and "Buf-
taloes"* were almost daily securing
the country for miles and miles around
Plymouth. and not unfrequently as
far down as my fathers mill pretend
ing they were looking for "Rebs" and
"Guerillas," but in fact to plunier-
steal horses and rob hen roosts.
saddled my pony, a splendid little
animal, and one that could outrun the
Aeetest horse in the corntry-with
straps ami buckles enough to have
done credit to Grants hosiery, and
mounting him with the dignity of a
field marshal, set out on my errand.
| could ride to perfection. The Piym-
outh road forked one eighth of I. i,ilc
from the mill. One branch 10 tbs
left, the one I took, led up the pond !;
the other to the right, I'D TO P. The
pond road turned Sharply, three hun
dred yards from this fork, which hid
it from any one at the FORK. | arriv-
ed in good season at Mr.. Petrick's,
delivered the message, aud he set
about getting ready. While | was
waiting for him l Lott d b, aatiful
voungwiflow growing in his yarG. Ex
pressing nay admiration of it and de-
string scion to plant at home, the
kind old man cut twig therefrom
and gave me- That it might be car
red mare safely. he took it In his coat
and l followed soberiy behind. When
within a half mile of the mill I stop
ped to see an old lady who was IN OBJ
ject of charity and to whom frequent
ly carried meal and fuel as presents,
which made her think u great deal OF
me and when ever | passed she would
ask me to stop and converse with her,
which usually did. This time how
ever 'twould have been best for me to
go on, yet not knowing what was to
happen, stopped. Mr.. p. went on
with my willow and both reached the
mill in safety. After staying some
time with the old lady, l renlounted
my pony and started home-imagin
ing | was Major General in the
army and was then preparing my
troops for an attack upon the enemy.
justin my imagina5io. as my men
were cheering the el."uJs wcrks ny
storm and my ears wor .iled 4
= their shouts OF VI & -, 4 turned the
bend Ia the road, and Oh, horrors re
fork was blue with real yankee cav
airy. | concluded to ratraat (t.a,.ng
they would take my pony and DIR =
ing the spurs into his -ides, dushed
madly through the wocos ON the left,
stopping not for vines, briers nor any
thing that came in my way but rush
e,l on heaulong. And 'twae sport for
my little Lag, he being then in his fav-
orite gait. In almost a mon ment
heard a score of their horses feet
laundering down the road l had just
| left. Then l was certain they were
in pursuit before, l hoped they hac
not seen me. On, ON | rushed Crack
ing, whipping, spurring they came
plunging through the piles of brush
and underground like so many de
mons at my very heels. | could plain
| ly hear them but could not see them.
| took course that lead to lane that
crossed the T. road. Once down that to
the adjoining woods and | was free
but the fates were against me. The
Yankees at the fork, on seeing me
dash in the woods sent detachment
back up the P road-unkcow to me
of .ourse-to guard the very lane
was making for. just as | crossed
the P. road and entered the lane, all,
was about to give the spur'to my nag
again some dozen voices behind yel 'eo
"halt!" "halt!" | turned my aC
and there not twenty PAGES from mt
stood dozen yanks with six-shooter:
cooked and levelled at n body. Twas
madness to run any logger. Before
my pony could have made six leaps
q score of leaden bullets would have
been sent through my body. So think
ing discretion the better part of vaIor
/ turned my horse sroun 1 and surren
dered.
'Tis impossib' to describe my feel
ings. I was sure they would take M
pony-that being the cause of m.
running-and imprison myself.
| oval, Bob what yot. re doin' run
MIN eh p drawled out lantern-jawet
Yankee.
I remained silent.
oval, guess he's a Guerilla !
squeaked "Buf trying to initiate hi
Yankee brother.
mo, gentlemen" | answered, +"
am not Guerilla which that fello,
there-pointing to "Buf,," VINO kne'
me wells aware of. He knows
am too young for such service, did
even wish to be one"
The rest of the party, then turnin
to the one pointed at, he said :" 70
, may not be Guerilla, but You ma
know something about them; an